“You’ve—” Before I could get out the rest of my question, he dropped to his knees, staring up at me with a glint in his eyes, and my stomach flipped like I’d just jumped out of an airplane.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, nerves bubbling up as I stared down at him.
“It’s been a while, but I thought that was pretty obvious.”
“So you’re going to, um…” I swallowed, attempting to generate some moisture in my mouth. “You want to…”
“Lick your pussy? Dying to.”
“Oh,” I breathed, the single syllable just an exhalation. I hadn’t expected him to be so…blunt. “But this is— Well, I’ve never—”
My words stuck in my throat as he looked at me, brow raised. But how could I tell him I was a thirty-year-old woman who’d had multiple long-term partners but had never once received oral? And that even though the thought of it turned me on something fierce, there was still a big part of me that was nervous to do it here, in the light of day, where I was so spread out and vulnerable in front of him.
“You’ve never…?” he asked.
Oh my God, he was actually going to make me say it.
“I’ve never done…” My cheeks flamed as I gestured to his position, face inches from my pussy. “This.”
His gaze heated. “Are you telling me no one’s ever had their mouth on you?”
“No,” I whispered, the sound barely audible over the shower spray.
“No one’s sucked this pretty little clit?” He brushed his thumb over it, exposing me to him completely as he blew a gust of air against me.
I moaned and shuddered, shaking my head as I stared down at him with hooded eyes. “No.”
“No one’s ever tasted your sweet cunt?”
“No,” I breathed, clit throbbing at the slightest attention he gave it, desperate for more.
“Is that because you don’t want to?” he asked, though he could probably guess the answer to that, considering the number of books we read where the heroes went down on the heroines every chance they got, but I still answered him anyway.
“No, I do. I’m just…nervous.”
He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and looked up at me with a gleam in his eyes, and my nerves fluttered away at the pure hunger written on his face. Then he leaned forward, sucking on the crease of my leg—close but not nearly close enough—and I shuddered in response. “It’s just me. And I’m going to show you exactly how this pussy deserves to be eaten. All you have to do is watch me worship every fucking inch of you.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he licked a line straight up my center, flicking the tip of his tongue against my swollen clit, and my leg nearly gave out at the explosion of sensation that washed over me. I gasped, one hand flying to the wall for balance, while I gripped his hair with my other.
“That’s right, sunshine,” he said against me, dragging his bottom lip back and forth over my clit. “Move my mouth exactly where you want it. Use my tongue to get off. I want you to ride my face until you come all over it. I don’t want to stop until I’m drowning in you.”
“Beck. Oh my God, you can’t talk like that.”
He grinned against me, a devilish smirk I’d never seen on him, his eyes glinting. “Don’t try to pretend you don’t love every filthy word coming out of my mouth. I know exactly the kinds of books you read and exactly the dirty talk that gets you off.” He swiped two fingers through my slit on either side of my clit, making me arch my hips toward him as I sought more. “But it’s going to bemywords tonight, sunshine. Now, rock your hips against my face just like that. Let me taste exactly how much you love my dirty mouth.”
He slipped his fingers inside me, pumping them slowly at first, his movements growing faster with each moan that left my lips. He added a third, stretching me in the most delicious way as he lapped at my clit, flicking it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
“That—” I choked out, tightening my fingers in his hair, desperate for him to keep doingexactlywhat he was doing, though I couldn’t articulate that in words. Not while I watched him devour me, his eyes so hot and hungry as he gazed up at me from between my legs. Not while he ate me like he’d been starved for years.
This man—this gruff, growly man—was on his knees for me, demanding I take every ounce of pleasure from him alone, and the thought had my stomach swooping, my pussy throbbing and aching for relief.
But every time I got close, my orgasm slipped through my fingers like sand. This was always the problem—I got too in my head, thinking about everything else that amounted to absolutely nothing and not being present in the moment. Not enjoying the feel of it, too worried that I didn’t look or smell or taste right. That I wasn’t making the appropriate amount of noise to show my pleasure, or worse, that I was making too much. That I was taking too long. That he’d get frustrated and—
Beck pulled back and slapped my clit with three fingers, the sharp sting pulling a moan from my throat. “Get out of your head.”
“Sorry, I just—”
“No sorries. You see me down on my knees for you, sunshine? I’m going to stay here until I lick up every single drop.”
